Chapter 661: Chapter 388: Heroes of the World Gather
Whoosh!!
One flying craft after another landed on the ground, and the Flame Tiger Mountain Gate in the outskirts was lively once again.
"It’s Sky Shield Heavy Industry, I didn’t expect this mega-corporation to send people too."
"Not just them, Jade Biotechnology also came, I heard Chairman Lin of Tianhao Security has become a director at Jade Biotechnology...."
"Envious, I heard he has a close relationship with Master Chen, they met when they were just starting.... See, even a super giant enterprise like Sky Dome Group has to give him some respect."
"Strange, what are these mega-corporations doing here? The martial arts world seems to have nothing to do with them, right?"
Voices of discussion continuously rose as the spacious back mountain, paved neatly with gray bricks, formed a square martial arts arena of a thousand meters.
Many martial arts elders wearing martial arts uniforms and traditional robes arrived one after another, while others looked at those company elites in suits with confusion.
"You don’t understand this, do you?"
"I heard Master Chen’s teachings this time might carry martial arts forward, comparable to the Northern New Martial."
"These mega-corporations and super giant enterprises certainly want to join the fun, to see if they can improve mechanical martial arts or attract some martial artists likely to break through limits...."
A martial arts elder spoke, and many nodded in agreement.
The crowded crowd either sat or stood, as seen with the rows of tables and seats on the back mountain square.
"Everyone, please sit, don’t be shy."
Lin Hao smiled and entertained various group directors, looking like one of the Flame Tiger Sect’s people.
Someone jokingly teased him, but he quickly rebuked them.
"Look at what you said, I am already part of the Flame Tiger Sect."
"Right, Senior Brother Zhao!"
Lin Hao smiled at Zhao Jushan and other true inheritors, the latter laughing in agreement.
Immediately, amidst busy hospitality.
More and more figures appeared, including some unfamiliar martial arts grandmasters.
"Grandmaster Zhang, I didn’t expect you to be here too."
"Haha, Old Pei, I’m here to join the fun too."
Pei Po Yue and Giant Elephant Master stood beside Li Tong, assisting in greeting people from the martial arts world.
Being grandmasters of the Southern Martial Arts World, and having formed an alliance with the Flame Tiger Sect, they were somewhat honored at this moment.
Looking over, several Northern grandmasters had come south, exchanging simple greetings before stepping to Old Zhang Kuisou’s side.
"Old leader."
A grandmaster respectfully spoke.
Old Zhang Kuisou nodded lightly and then looked at others beside him.
Not seeing a familiar figure, his face showed regret, inexplicably sighing.
"Liu Kuisou asked us to obey your commands."
The previous grandmaster worried about misunderstanding, specially explained.
Old Zhang Kuisou shook his head helplessly.
He should have known, as the founder of New Martial, Liu had ambition and determination and would not easily come south.
Immediately, he said no more and signaled several grandmasters to wait quietly.
This was the main seat of the square, where Yang Wudi lit a cigarette, and Selin casually sat nearby, ignoring the curious gazes of many.
"Martial arts know no borders, these people’s outlook is really narrow."
Selin complained, hearing people pointing and saying she seemed not from the Red Country, so why was she here.
A slight aura spread, and the gossipers soon paled, rebuked by their elders, coming to apologize, realizing she was a strong figure in the Extreme Realm.
"A bunch of youngsters."
Selin shook her head, letting Chen Feng’s influence pass and sparing these rude acts.
Then, moved inside, she glanced at Yang Wudi beside her, asking a curious question.
"Yang, do you think Iphia and the others will come today?"
They were the Extreme Realm remnants of Star Palace, or top martial artists from other countries.
Chen didn’t prohibit anyone from coming; she always felt this would attract many familiar faces.
"Perhaps."
Yang Wudi bit onto the cigarette without a definite answer, just gazed deeply, watching crafts still buzzing and landing in mid-air.
He felt himself just a step away from climbing the Martial Arts Ladder reflected in his mind.
But this small gap seemed like a vast chasm.
Wondering how Master Chen had done it before?
Curiosity rose again until the end.
Amidst noisy commotion, his face paused, turning to look.
"Master Chen is here!!"
A surprised shout erupted, filled with deep reverence audible to everyone.
The crowd blocking the mountain road parted like waves to both sides, revealing a tall youth in a black robe with red patterns slowly appearing.
Several true inheritors and core members of the Flame Tiger Sect followed behind him, crossing the corridor, facing the breeze, stepping closer on gray steps.
The previous noise quieted, followed by endless calls.
"Master Chen!"
"Councilman Chen!!"
Figures spoke excitedly and respectfully, Chen Feng nodded gently, seeing many councilmen and numerous martial arts elders.
"Elder Chen!"
Several unfamiliar grandmasters stood beside Old Zhang Kuisou respectfully bowing, all at least forty years old.
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow and saw Old Zhang Kuisou smiling in explanation.
"These are my Northern Sacred Sect’s grandmasters."
"In martial arts, the skilled come first; Master Chen, as the ultimate in breaking limits, naturally deserves the title of elder."
His calm voice specially praised, hearing him boost like this, many had sparkling eyes, increasingly feeling today might witness the arrival of a significant event.
As for the Sacred Sect’s grandmasters, though feeling somewhat uneasy, thinking the leader was too humble, they refrained from showing any dissatisfaction due to the sect leader’s orders.
"You’re polite."
To this, Chen Feng nodded.
Saying no more, he accepted Old Zhang Kuisou’s goodwill and continued to stride forward.
A familiar friend, absent for days, once again appeared wearing a gray casual suit, standing beside his master, Li Tong.
Guarded by Meili and Uncle Liu, both Fifth-Order Mechanical Martial Security, assisting in hosting people from various mega-corporations.
"Don’t look at me like that."
"For your big event, I certainly had to come."
Lin Hao smiled, seeming one of the most relaxed people present.
Chen Feng smiled, knowing Lin had returned to Nanjiang recently.
"Thanks."
Nodding softly, he then looked at someone beside Lin.
Golden hair draping down, the tall woman in a trench coat still appeared that cold.
"It’s quite lively here today."
"Although I don’t understand martial arts, I still want to join in the fun."
Meng Anran said softly, with the security guard Old Gu, whom he had dealt with several times, still behind him.
With a slight perception, Chen Feng noticed that the energy field fluctuations of Black Crystal Group’s transformed people had increased significantly, as if some new technical module had been implanted.
Lost in thought, their eyes met again.
Facing those bright black eyes with golden hair draped.
"Thank you for your support."
Chen Feng nodded, accepting the goodwill once more, and brushed past.
Watching his departing figure, a slight ripple appeared in Meng Anran’s eyes.
He couldn’t remember how many times they had met like this.
But each time, the feeling he gave others was one of increasing calm and oppression.
As if, at every moment, he was climbing higher peaks and enduring greater storms, making it hard for people to view him with their past mindset.
"Big Sister, you’re daydreaming?"
Lin Hao teased with a smile, and Meng Anran glanced at him sideways.
Without explanation, she sat down calmly.
Such a scene seemed to be mirrored in every corner of the back mountain martial arts field, as the young man in a black robe with red patterns continued to step forward, nodding to meet the eyes of guests of extraordinary status.
Occasionally, representatives from some super giant enterprises took the initiative to approach him, shaking hands and smiling, expressing their value.
Notably, another super giant enterprise no less than Chi Bo Energy, the Sky Dome Group.
The atmosphere thus became extraordinarily vibrant, and the various drone swarms in the cloud layers overhead also experienced electromagnetic fluctuations one after another, and even satellite modules were capturing images and transmitting them far away.
Nanjiang District, Yun Gang, Radiant, Red Capital...
Suro Mountain, Nido Royal Capital, and even some financial groups of the Platinum Federation...
Countless people who learned of the news were quietly observing such a scene, with various thoughts.
Some were expectantly hoping to showcase Chi Country’s prestige.
Others frowned with suspicion, or felt dissatisfaction and resentment as an opposing force.
Until finally.
Whoosh!!
The last flying device slowly landed, the humming airwaves continuously shrinking.
Countless gazes turned to look, and they then saw the cabin door open.
Hiss! Crack!
A few wisps of white gas rose and dissipated, and two military mechanical martial personnel with red maple leaf marks on their left chests emerged first, standing on both sides of the cabin door.
The black combat uniforms exuded a sense of sharpness, and the energy field fluctuations at the fifth-order peak were astounding.
Then.
Click!
Black sneakers stepped on the ground, and an elderly man with gray-white hair appeared.
Wearing a blue casual outfit, his peaceful face showed not a hint of authority, resembling a kind neighborhood elder.
Yet, behind him by half a step was a security guard wearing a Chi General Guard combat uniform, with the crystal sword shield emblem on the chest exceptionally striking.
"This...."
"It’s Zhao Feijiang!"
"To have a Flying General serve as security, then, doesn’t that make him..."
"It’s Chairman Li!"
Wow!
People from various super large conglomerates revealed expressions of surprise, and many council members of the Nanjiang City Union were momentarily stunned in place.
Even the board representatives sent by Sky Dome Group to observe were frowning in surprise at this moment.
"Councilman Chen, this is Chairman Li."
Chu Shihong, who had followed along the way, accompanied him and introduced with a smile as they passed through the crowd.
Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, looking at Chairman Li Yun, who resembled a kind neighborhood elder.
The face under his gray-white hair was quite rosy, seemingly in his fifties.
His bright eyes were deeply profound, as if accustomed to the vicissitudes of life and the storms of power.
"Seeing is believing."
"Shi Hong has mentioned you to me many times, but it seems now that no amount of praise can match your presence."
Chairman Li Yun spoke calmly, smiling without showing any authority.
A force field isolated the noise between the two, and a strong sense of goodwill was perceived.
This was Chen Feng’s first time seeing him, but there were already favors exchanged several times before.
Whether it was the initial assassination of Luo Hui or the subsequent visit by the Chi General Guard, he had spoken on his behalf.
"Chairman Li is indeed broad-minded, speaking as calmly as clouds and wind."
"Please."
Chen Feng showed respect, indicating the seat of honor.
During this time, his gaze flickered, and he glanced at the person behind Chairman Li.
The familiar Flying General was none other than the Zhao-named Flying General he had briefly battled with during his assassination attempt on Luo Wantao in Yun Gang.
Not knowing his thoughts, the other party merely nodded upon meeting his gaze, their face holding the respectful acknowledgment of a peer of equal strength.
With a slight nod, Chen Feng thoughtfully scanned the surroundings and quietly retracted his gaze.
Without further words, Chairman Li Yun, smiling, ended the conversation, and then, accompanied by Chu Shihong and Li Tong, passed through the crowd, taking the seat of honor amid respectful and friendly addresses.
At this moment, looking around.
The vast back mountain of Flame Tiger was packed with thousands of people.
The martial arts field with gray brick pavement was fully occupied, and many figures could be seen standing among the surrounding green trees and near the gallery leading to the mountain gate.
Various noisy conversations continued until Chen Feng slowly stepped to the open center of the martial arts field.
It seemed an invisible power spread out, and the crowd who had been discussing suddenly felt a calm settle over them, slowly falling silent.
Curious gazes became fixed, all anticipating the martial arts method rumored to break human limits about to be revealed.
However.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Chen Feng suddenly stopped, looking around at the crowd with incomparably deep eyes.
"Guests are visitors; I shouldn’t say much."
"But today’s occasion is special, so why hide and cover your faces?"
As his words fell, the crowd was collectively stunned.
Old Zhang frowned because of this, and Yang Wudi squinted at his surroundings.
Receiving a signal, Zhao Feijiang behind Chairman Li Yun quickly activated the scanning module, his bionic mechanical eyes scanning left and right.
As a result, countless gazes regained focus, constantly looking around.
Until the end.
Following Zhao Feijiang’s gaze, they looked towards a redwood corridor near the Flame Tiger Mountain Gate.
Amid the crowd, at some point, two special figures, deliberately disguised and hiding their faces, had blended in.